You forgot one:
[ul][li]Tell your kids to stay out of my yard[/ul][/li]
I realized that in all my rants I haven’t followed the cardinal rule of the board; I haven’t posted pictures. So, I’m going to remedy that.
This is Roxie in what we call [vulture cat](Dropbox - Error - Simplify your life Jan 06%2C 12 04 24 PM.jpg) mode.
This is Roxie as [sleepy kitty](Dropbox - Error - Simplify your life Nov 20%2C 10 55 24 PM.jpg).
And staring down her nemesis: the [evil box](Dropbox - Error - Simplify your life Jan 04%2C 11 24 00 PM.jpg).
Today we get to start dosing her with medicine - yay. :rolleyes:
Really? I give you a salacious little tale about supposed-lesbians picking up men for a foursome, and all you comment on is my accent?
The internet just isn’t the pervy place it used to be… shakes head sadly
Yup. I don’t have the strong inner city-Weegie accent to start with, and I’ve travelled enough to do the code-switching accent thing so that I slow down and tone down my accent so that furriners can understand me. Then I automatically do the chameleonthing and mimic your accent when I’m talking to you, so it’s even less of a problem.
(that is until I turn around and talk to a fellow Celt, at which point you won’t have a clue what we’re on about!) 
I find it hard to believe that was the first time he’s been an arsehole **Cicero **
Solution: Become a cat.
Took this picture today - there’s an intersection near my local mall where cars are always trying to hit me when I have a walk light. As you may notice, the police aren’t helping with this problem - they are actually contributing to it. Jerks.
Squeee!!! I just love calicos, their bold splashes of color are so striking and happy looking.
And look at her sweet face, that girl will give you no problems at all with the meds. She’s so sweet looking that she will probably start reminding you that its time for her meds while sitting at your feet and gently pawing at your knee.
Yeah, right. Who am I kidding???
Pills, liquid or shots? I’m pretty good at getting meds into cats, so if you want tips, I’d be happy to share.
My rant: My Matron of Honor and best friend called me a couple of hours ago. Her husband’s failing health has gotten really bad. As in, he is dieing from Agent Orange related cancers. This is horrible. Its terrible. I feel so bad for them both, I love them both.
Of course, I will do anything I can to be a supportive friend, but now I’m wondering if I should ask her to step down. Her duties aren’t very onerous, mostly I want her to tell people that I don’t need gifts, and that if they can’t come to Texas, we will be having a party in AZ after the honeymoon. And to stand next to me at the BWW, of course. If I have to suffer, I expect my friends to suffer with me.
However, she needs to be able to focus on her beloved husband now, and it just feels wrong to be distracting her with my joy and happiness.
Or maybe she will need and want the distraction. I don’t know what to do. All I know is that I love her and want to do the right thing.
Sweet story that her husband told me here: When he wanted to propose, he asked her out to dinner and gave the ring to the Maitre de and asked him to have the ring delivered with the desert cart. Romantic moment was supposed to happen.
After they finished dinner, he asked her if she wanted desert and she said No. He didn’t know what to do, the romantic surprise was spoiled and she wanted to leave, and someone had the ring, but he had to pay the bill and had no idea what to do. His compromise was to walk my friend out to the car, then say that he thought he had forgotten his gun, run back inside, get the ring and then go on his knee in the parking lot to offer it to her. That was 28 years ago.
(this is the same guy who drove to SkyHarbor with a gun on his dashboard a week after 9/11. A very nice guy, but totally clueless sometimes.)
Maybe that’s how you phrase it; “I love you and I want you to be with me when I get married, but I totally understand if you need to focus on your husband right now.”
Sorry to hear about her husband. 
Use your words and ask her. 
And it doesn’t have to be all-or-nothing. If the two of you wish, she can still stand as the Matron of Honor but pass all the organizing duties to someone else. Or some other arrangement.
So sorry to hear about her husband. Wish I knew what to say.
So cute!
Mom about vulture kitty: ooooh what a cute cat! So pretty!
Kee-rist, I actually saw a goddam Christmas Commercial last night. I know it’s not early, so HEY: Stop the Fucking Christmas Commercials Already!!!
Next person I see tying a granny knot is going to find all of their clothes tied in granny knots, dunked in water, and the knots further tightened. Good grief, people. If you can’t tie a square knot (aka, reef knot), do the world a favor and quit tying things together. Seriously, get someone else to tie your shoes for you. Better yet, wear loafers, you utter moron.
What occasioned this mini-rant? Well, I had to undo eight granny knots today in lines that I could not cut and the items in question had to be maintained in good condition. This should’ve taken approximately eight seconds. Suffice it to say that eight seconds was much, much shorter than the actual time expended.
I’m such an idiot. Working on my dog’s obedience stuff in Tractor Supply’s parking lot yesterday, I was attempting to get her recalls a bit more jazzed and lively. One method is to call, and if she ambles along or looks tentative, turn and run away from her.
Which I did.
And then overbalanced or something and “measured my length” on the tar. (Luna thought that was the best thing ever, of course 
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In saving my face from the ground I jammed the shit out of my left shoulder, and this morning is feeling like I did something not-good in there, sigh. And of course I’m supposed to go get my horse from the trainer’s and bring him home tomorrow/Weds, but right now I’m not actually sure I can hold my arm to hold the reins, never mind tack up.
Dammit! I was looking forward to riding every day once I got him home 
I’m a klutz and an idiot.
eta - I just remembered I’ve got 4 50lb bags of feed and a compressed bale of alfalfa (also 50+lbs) to unload from the truck this morning if my horses are going to eat. This should be fun.
Sure you weren’t watching something recorded a few weeks/months ago?
Orthodox Christmas is today, actually. Maybe they were aiming for the niche market of Orthodox christians who really really procrastinate.
If it’s in a pickup truck, could you back it up to the corral and tell them it’s a buffet line?
flatlined: liquid. So far so good, but it’s taking 2-3 of us to give it to her. If you have any advice on how to make it a 1-2 person job, I’ll take it.
Re: your rant - I agree with the others. Ask her the way you asked us. I’m sorry to hear about her husband, and you’re being a good friend.
Everyone who complimented: I will pass on the compliments to Roxie. I’m sure she will appreciate them. 
Well, the neighbour who parks his old truck in front of our house* for weeks on end without moving it moved it yesterday, and I took the opportunity to park in front of my own house. He has now parked his truck in the bus zone across the street. I think there might be something wrong with him.
*They have a two-car garage, but somehow still need to park four to six vehicles on the street daily.
Oh, and it’s not terribly ranty (as such), but I forgot to mention that my mom is going to be in the hospital for another 10-14 days doing rehab for her broken pelvis. This entails her paying to board her other dog, to the tune of $35/day. I’m sure we could find someplace cheaper, but we were desperate on NYE and this place had openings. Now mom doesn’t want to move the dog, and has decided it’s just easier to pay it.
So, only child me is driving up to see her at least every other day (I have to check on her cat and pick up the mail) in addition to everything else going on. I’ve been having crying episodes almost daily for a week now. Of course, I realize it could be much worse, but that doesn’t change the emotional strain. sigh
I love my toddler daughter but her sleeping habits suck. She was bouncing around last night until well past one am and then up again before eight am and now refuses to nap. I am so brain dead right now as a result. Bad girl.